Sociopath Quiz Novels & Stories

“Luca?” Maria signed that he put the phone on speaker and he did. “Damian,” Luca began, his tone grim, “I’ve done some digging. It’s worse than I thought.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “These men,” Luca said, his voice laced with urgency, “they’re not just ordinary criminals." They’re part of a cartel—a syndicate that doesn’t play by any rules. They don’t negotiate, and they don’t bluff. If they’ve taken Kiara, it’s because they know they can force your hand. They’ll kill her without hesitation if they suspect even the slightest betrayal.”

“Yeah, with my grandfather's shotgun.” “Damn girl. Who was the unlucky bloke?” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. I was a liar when it came to other things, but when it comes to things related to murders, I wasn't a full blown psychopath. I am a high functioning sociopath. Opening my eyes, I saw North’s eyes hovering over my face. “It happened recently at a party in block 24. Promise me you won't call the cops on me.”

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

I killed my mother and her boyfriend with no remorse and even today I feel nothing. After months of testing, sociopath was the diagnosis. Today they call it antisocial personality disorder. What a crock of shit. The original diagnosis is what attracted Victor. He needed a killer and he found one. I remember checking his bedroom door one night a few months after they brought me into their lives. It was unlocked. How he and Cindy slept with me, the child killer, down the hall is a mystery. The fact is, they never gave me a reason to kill them. Victor knew what I was and provided people for me to kill a year after he brought me into his home. It feeds a need inside me and he knew it.

“Oh, so now you’re being indecisive?” She blinks at me. “What?” I step closer, tilting my head. “Am I a horrible man or a sociopath?” She exhales through her nose, and her jaw tightens. “Sociopaths are horrible people,” she says. “So I guess you’re both.” Before I can respond, movement in the distance catches my eye. It is Davida and his daughter. I narrow my eyes, watching them take a different path instead of coming to me with the keys like I fucking told Davida to.

He started teasingly but seeing that Sophia was in no mood for play he continued seriously. “I am NewYork most Successful billionaire. I have much power than ministers themselves in the country. I am every women wild fantasy married or unmarried—.” “Stop praising yourself and tell me what you do , like , dislikes, hobby and details about profession. I didn’t asked you about your illicit affairs!” Sophia said annoyed and Nathan pursed his lips together seeing how possessive she was for him and how jealous she act. “I like Italian food and also horse riding. I hate cheater and liar and well you should know this thing about your husband especially. I am NewYork most feared mafia leader. I own t

I begin carefully, but the care doesn’t last long, “he just tried to kill someone. Stabbed someone so hard they nearly bled out, and you want me to be ‘nice’ to him?” Her lips press into a thin line. “But, he’s not inherently evil. He can… he can change. He’s not a bad man.” “No.” My voice snaps like a whip. The rearview mirror reflects her startled face, and I can see her tensing, bracing herself. “No. He doesn’t change. He’s a fucking sociopath. And the second he gets the chance, he will do exactly what he did today, or worse. He will take someone’s life to get what he wants. And if it’s you in his way? Do you really think he’d hesitate?”

It's pretty obvious her real diagnosis is sociopathy, 'that's what I used to suspect before. Now, as for why she shows psychopathic behaviors—it's because she's surrounded by them. Humans mimic others to shape who we are, to form our habits. Plus, the Ziegler family places value on what kind of disorder you have. Being diagnosed with multiple personalities, for example, would be seen as shameful and insignificant—they wouldn't even consider you part of the family. For normal people, that's like having an evangelical family and one of them is Catholic. The relationship between those groups isn't exactly warm; you could say it's neutral. That's how it works. If you're born a psychopath, you're

"I've known my fair share." "Would you say it is normal for someone to be both a sadist and a masochist? Or do you at least have experience with the two sides in a single personality?" Jessa asked. Her gray eyes were alive with intelligence and wonder. I shook my head. "The players I know tend to stay on their side of the slash. Add to that his psychopathic tendencies." I shook my head again. "That is a combination I've never come into contact with." "What is this psychopathic business? My son is not a monster," Momma said with a growl in her voice.

The charm of demons might even be a bit more alluring. "Hey so.. let's say if... i mean.. well.." I didn't know how I should even put it into words without throwing up. What kind of a person was I ? A psychopath ? Sociopath ? No , I do feel emotions so that can't be it. A sadist? Maybe. But not for everyone. Is there a term known as selective sadism? "Have you killed people?" I ask him. I didn't mean to sound offensive and I was sure that I put it in a genuine manner, hopefully.